Prologue
A shudder ran through Hermione Granger, her heart pounding. She had to admit, that she'd never really expected this. She'd mock-howled to keep Professor Lupin away from their past selves. It had happened when they'd lived through that, yet she hadn't quite thought it through.
Hermione and Harry stumbles through the Forbidden Forest, gasping for breath. They could tell the werewolf was hot on their trail, searching for the supposed company that he sought out. After what seemed like hours of running, Harry pulled her behind a tree, clapping a hand over her mouth so she would be quiet. The professor must have been close, of Harry thought their best chance for survival was to try and hide.
It was a pitiful attempt however, as Remus rounded the tree. The wolf's eyes flashed, fur ruffled. Hermione held her breath, a million thoughts racing through her head. The one most prominent however, was of course the one that seemed to spell out their deaths. Lupin was going to kill them, and no one would be able to save them. True to what she'd thought, Lupin lunged forwards. His teeth clamped around Hermione's leg, making her let out a scream.
Blood was roaring in her ears, and her struggled to escape Lupin didn't work. If anything, he just tightened his grip, clawing at her stomach with his from paws. "Stupify!" She heard Harry yell, a flash of red light zooming towards Lupin and herself. The werewolf seemed to realise what was happening though, and let go. He narrowly avoided getting hit, the hex instead hitting Hermione. She didn't get stunned though, no. The Time Turner seemed to have gotten hit, and Hermione could feel the sand from the magical hour-glass run over her chest. She stumbled forwards slightly, before collapsing to her knees.
Harry took a few steps forwards, but it was a few moment too late. A golden flame engulfed Hermione, from her feet to the tips of her hair. The flames didn't hurt her though. Instead, they just felt like a light tickle. That didn't matter though, as the flames soon melted away, taking Hermione with them.
Werewolf Lupin stared, pawing at the ground. This was too much for him to handle. He backed off, running away from the scene. Meanwhile, Harry could hardly believe what had happened. Was this his fault? He'd cast the spell that seemed to have taken her...
Harry shook his head. This was too much to handle. He decided that it was probably best to head back to the castle, and tell Dumbledor. The headmaster would know what to do, right?